GHOSTS (chapter 1)

Sam went from house to house, state to state, but her father, Steve, never liked any of them. None were as good as their old house, with Sams mom, Scarlet. Scarlet died when Sam was 15, last year. Anyway, Sam thought that this next house would be just like the last ones, not good enough. But that is very, very wrong. Sam's new house is "haunted" her dad says. but neither of them believe that. Now, Sam is exploring the mansion, getting used to the house that she would only live in for a month, maybe longer if her dad liked it. but that's not possible. Every house either reminds him too much of his wife, not enough of his wife, or there were ants. The house has many rooms, but the basement is the most scary place of all. So Sam decides not to go down there yet, and starts unpacking her stuff in her new room. She sets a picture of her, her mom, and her dad on the desk next to her bed, along with her lamp. She looks around the room, sighing. "Only one month.." She reminds herself. "only one month of this place. then onto the next house..." She flops herself onto her new bed, dust flying into the air. ew. just, ew....

There's a knock at the door, followed by her dad's voice. "Sam, can I come in?" He asks her, waiting for her answer.

"I don't know, can you?" Sam sarcastically asked him, smirking. She sighs and gets up from her bed, her back covered in bed dust, as she opens the door. "Yes, you can come in." She tells her dad. "Is there any dust on my back?" She asks her dad, turning her back to him so he can see. There is a lot of dust on her back.

"Nope, none at all!" Her dad lies, chuckling softly. He looks around her room. boxes, dust, and spiders. "This place is a mess. Hopefully, you don't get too attached to it." He tells her, basically saying "We won't be here long.", like always. "Anyway, tomorrow is your first day at your new school! You exited?" Steve asked her.

She sighed, and her dad already knew the answer. "I guess.." Never mind, he did not know the answer. "I mean, maybe it won't be so bad. As long as it isn't like my last one. And the one before that one, and the one before that one, and-" her dad cuts her off.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, the one before that one, and so on and so on. But this one is going to be good, I swear. I heard there's a band! Don't you love singing?" he asked, knowing Sam loves to sing. "Anyhow, do you know what you're going to wear? Back in my day, I would have worn-"

"I don't need any 'back in my day' stuff from you! out!" Sam demanded, chuckling. She shoved her dad out of her room and shut the door, hearing him laugh as he left her alone. She goes over to the box labeled "CLOTHES', and opens it, deciding what to wear tomorrow. After only a few minutes OVER AN HOUR she decides what to wear: a simple grey T-shirt with a long-sleeved pale blue shirt underneath it, along with very ripped jeans. now, she just needs to wait for tomorrow to wear it.

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